Finally a tall individual with a thin white face, a reptilian forehead, reddish hair, and long baboon arms, suggested tossing in a blanket.

Thorpe looked at the low ceiling, and declined.
"I'm with the game as long as you say, boys," said he, "and I'll have as much fun as anybody, but that's going too far for a tired man." The reptilian gentleman let out a string of oaths whose meaning might be translated, "We'll see about that!" Thorpe was a good boxer, but he knew by now the lumber-jack's method of fighting,--anything to hurt the other fellow.

And in a genuine old-fashioned knock-down-and-drag-out rough-and-tumble your woodsman is about the toughest customer to handle you will be likely to meet.

He is brought up on fighting.

Nothing pleases him better than to get drunk and, with a few companions, to embark on an earnest effort to "clean out" a rival town.